I laugh as I smile,
I forgive as I let go.
I bandage the wounds
As I aid the vulnerable's moods.
My life is bright
Conducted by a vivid light.
My path is built before me
With a colourful world surrounding me.
I am content.
Alas... is it truly as it seems?
At once, the colours run out
As they whisk into demised shades of grey.
Now,
Underneath it all
Lies a space.
A vacant space.
Loneliness.
Nothingness.
Abyss.
Void.
Am I unworthy of anything more
Than to live in such hollowness?
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Psychsis
PoetryWithin the embrace of my demons. · -------------------- · 𖥸 · -------------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content such as substance use, self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Read with precaution.
